Juice with Junior

Welcome to another Sunday Swoon. Glad you're back. Over here, we've been showcasing undercover gay man hotness to celebrate gay pride. What have you been up to? Today, we have a gentleman who needs to get in my belly like yesterday. Nobody talks about him that much, but he is epic hotness.

Epic.

Today's swoon is: Andy Butler (above).

I told you guys a little while ago in my music post that I had been listening to a lot of Hercules and Love Affair. I still am. Butler is the NYC-based DJ who is also chief songwriter of my pants and creative force for the musical group. As you can see, he is also a ginger, which I love, and he has tattoos, which I love (on him), and he is all artsy and deep. He went to Sarah Lawrence College where he studied philosophical, cultural things, which I love less but is right around where I grew up so we could totally meet there for anything. I don't care if this makes me sound like a big 'ole whore, but Andy, if you read this, I will totally sleep with you. Just email me. Seriously. No, stop laughing. Seriously.

But I'm convinced any relationship we'd have would be me being all "Let's sleep together" and him being all "We're gonna connect our spirits through the mystics of time" and me being all "I think I love you" and him being all "Love is the embrace of all that is enlightened in the universe" and me being all "I want to move in with you" and him being all "Home is a construct of where we map our spatial identities" and me being all "No, stop Andy, seriously. I'm in love with you" and him being all "I'm F-ing somebody else."

Of course you are.